Thursday, April 30, 2009

It went many years,But at last came a knock,And I thought of the doorWith no lock to lock.

I blew out the light,I tip-toed the floor,And raised both handsIn prayer to the door.

But the knock came againMy window was wide;I climbed on the sillAnd descended outside.

Back over the sillI bade a "Come in"To whoever the knockAt the door may have been.

So at a knockI emptied my cageTo hide in the worldAnd alter with age.

- Robert Frost

I haven't read as much as I would have liked, but have certainly enjoyed more poetry this April, National Poetry month, than I have in a very long time.I particularly liked the images from Poets.org FreeVerse project (the Flickr group pool is here). What a fantastic idea, huh? :)